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He needed to stop staring. Like, now. Loki's mouth was doing horrible things to his libido, and Tony had sworn to himself that he was going to keep the date relatively chaste. You know, by his standards. All touches were reserved to some mild petting, and kissing. Plenty of that, thank god. He couldn't keep away from those gorgeous lips without a hell of a lot of effort. But Tony's mind was delving into territory that was so far from kissing, he'd need a dip in the Arctic to cool himself down if he didn't. Stop. LOOKING. AT-
Hnghh. He felt a shiver shoot down his spine, eyes deadlocked on the handsome man sitting across from him, specifically watching the way his lips moved as Loki dipped a spoon into the fancily plated confection on the table in front of him and popped it into his mouth. Gelato smudged pink skin, then got licked clean with a wicked swipe of a multitalented tongue. Damn. No chance of stopping those thoughts now. Why did he recommend the gelato again? That was a poor decision on his part, and Tony was definitely paying for it now. "You are SO doing that on purpose."
"Doing what? I'm merely enjoying my dessert." Loki smiled like an angel and spooned another dollop of rich chocolate into his mouth, taking care to nuzzle it first like the complete tease that he was, then suckling it clear off the spoon with noises that really weren't fucking helping Tony's libido in any shape, way, or form. Actually, scratch suckling. It was more like molesting. And the engineer would bet every drop of his billions that Loki knew exactly what he was doing. Him and his wickedly silver tongue that he could probably use in enough out of the box ways to keep Tony's fantasies working overtime for weeks. Months. Longer, if he got another chance to go out with Loki again.
"Uhuh. And I'm not an eccentric billionaire with more money than I know what to do with." He said it more to himself, because they both knew it was complete bullshit. Tony was very good at finding ways to blow his billions. Half the time it was on new inventions and private experiments not associated with Stark Enterprises. The other half…..
"I was under the impression that you knew exactly what to do with your money, Mr. Stark. Wooing and prostrating must be an expensive endeavor. Or do you have a stipend set aside for such situations?" Lifting his eyes to Tony's and offering a coy smile, Loki flicked his tongue across a smudge of gelato clinging stubbornly to his lower lip. "The roses alone surely cost you a small fortune. They couldn't be easy to come by in the dead of winter."
Three dozen bouquets of yellow roses, put together last minute with specialized cards and silk ribbon the exact color of Loki's eyes? They were outrageously extravagant, and the price reflected it. "Don't worry about it. I have connections," Tony grinned. Loki better feel lucky it was all spur of the moment, otherwise his whole apartment would've been filled with them. As it was they had to have the couriers help carry the roses inside; no point risking their suits getting messed up, and he got to watch Loki marvel over them all. The nickname gorgeous really fit when he was all smiles and not so secret delight. "Maybe next time you won't underestimate me, hm?"
"I hardly underestimated you. But shows of wealth really aren't necessary. You realize this, don't you? I no more need all this than you your ego stroked." Loki gestured to the restaurant in all its chic finery, the decorations that made a lush environment while retaining a certain cozy aspect that nestled around them comfortably. It was exactly the right atmosphere that Tony wanted for their date. Just because his primary objective wasn't to get Loki in his bed didn't mean that their night couldn't still be intimate. He wanted to know more about him. Having Jarvis do a background check wasn't half as fun as figuring things out for himself. This way, Tony got to use his genius and make clever deductions. It was kinda like being Sherlock Holmes, sans the drug problems. And his subject for investigation was a lot more interesting than anything Holmes ever did.
"Hey, just because you don't need something doesn't mean you can't want it. I mean, look at yourself." Tony waved his hand at the brunette. "If we're gonna talk about lavish displays of wealth, then you clearly have a dirty green secret you're hiding. That suit? It's Armani. Expensive, custom made, and tailored to fit in all the right places. Believe me, I noticed. Whatever you paid for it, it was a pretty penny. And I'd bet your tie is a hundred percent silk." Reaching across the table to run his forefinger over the aforementioned article, Tony smirked and waggled a brow. "Thought so. Looks good on you, gorgeous. Green's definitely your color."
Whatever Loki was expecting, that clearly wasn't it. Seemed like a running trend. "Well done. You might actually be as smart as they claim." He leaned forward and placed his elbows on the table, framing his plate and its remaining dessert, all of which looked vastly appealing to the engineer and his libido. If he could get an order of that and Loki to go, he'd be a happy man. "I have…adequate funds that allow me to live in relative comfort, with the occasional chance to indulge. Though how that's any of your concern is a mystery to me." His mouth curved in a smile that had to be illegal. Tony was tempted by a joke, but held his tongue out of self preservation. Loki didn't seem like the joking type.
"It's not. I'm just curious. I want to get to know you, Loki. You're interesting." He liked interesting. "Not many people would have the guts to smart off to me like you do," Tony praised with a cheeky smile, covering one of Loki's hands with his own. "And you make it really attractive." Well enough to drool over, that was for sure. Thankfully he had some grasp of social etiquette, otherwise there might be a growing puddle on the table and Loki's pretty tie in his fist, dragging him in for a chocolate and wine tinted kiss. Damn, that sounded nice.
Loki took a sip of wine, peering at him over the rim of the glass. "There is much to know, Mr. Stark. What precisely would you have me say?" Captivating emerald lured him in and then shifted their power to Loki's wonderfully delicious mouth. He was smiling playfully, though an undercurrent of wariness stiffened its corners. Tony got why; Loki was a private sort of guy, didn't like people knowing his business. Completely fair. He was the same. "You've already deduced that I'm of money, though I assure you that my wallet is nowhere near as full as yours. With such intelligence, surely you could put that genius mind of yours to use and answer all the rest of your questions yourself?"
He could. Google was a thing for a reason, and Jarvis could find out anything he wanted or needed to know. "That's not half as fun." Stroking the flat of snowy fingers, Tony urged his chair closer to the table, tempted to scoot it completely around to the other side. Anything to get closer to Loki. "Tell you what. Why don't we forget for a few minutes that we're both stubborn assholes and just…roll with it. I'll ask a few questions, then you get your turn. It'll be a back and forth thing. Alright?" It was a good enough plan for him. "First question. Why don't you call me Tony? It's like we back stepped, gorgeous. You were all willing to go on a date with me-"
"I believe you mean coerced. I was coerced into going on a date with you, Mr. Stark, not willing."
"Details. You agreed. Don't pretend you didn't. Hell gorgeous, I'd like to see someone try to make you do something you don't want to do! But that wasn't an answer." He raised Loki's hand to his mouth, pressing airy kisses to the tips of his fingers and across the bridge of knuckles, watching him over their tops. "I've got a name. You can use it, you know. So why don't you? I promise, it won't bite. And I won't either," unless he asked him too, in which case HELL YES. Tony would get all over that. Loki's skin was made for biting and licking, and all sorts of other raunchy things he shouldn't be thinking about right now. "Come on, say it with me. Tony. Tooooony. T-o-n-."
"I know perfectly well how it's spelled." Exasperated and staring at their hands, Loki frowned. "Clearly you don't understand. Using your first name would imply a certain…familiarity, Mr. Stark."
Familiarity? Damn, talk about being uptight. "Look, everyone calls me Tony. There's nothing all that special about it. It's just a name. I use yours!" With such an unusual, attractive name as Loki Laufeyson, why the hell wouldn't he? It was exotic. It was sexy. It fit him perfectly, and he'd give anything for a chance to try and see how it sounded as a moan. "You really need to relax, alright? I mean, you could go on a date with me and be just fine, but you can't say my name? That's kind of screwed up. I promise, nothing outrageous will happen if you decide to drop the formality. Worst case scenario? I might kiss you out of thanks." Tony stapled on a hasty "With your permission," when he saw the look he was getting. If hell could freeze over, Loki had the power to make it happen with his eyes alone. "Fine, stubborn. Lets try baby steps. Call me Stark. Not as formal, just dropping the Mr. You can do that much, can't you?"
"…" his hesitation was clear, but Tony almost jumped out of his chair to tackle the brunette when he offered a squeeze to the calloused fingers entwined with his own. "Very well. I'll have no peace if I don't." Picking his spoon up from the plate, Loki scooped up a fresh amount of gelato and tasted it. "Care to sample what your money has bought.." he waited, smirking at Tony's impatient glee, "Stark?"
Bingo. "Is that an offer to kiss you? Please, let that be an offer to kiss you." He waited, as jittery as a kid around Christmas time. One encouraging smile later and Tony hauled ass out of his chair, knocking the spoon away from Loki's lips to take possession of them himself, his teeth biting into the thin curve of skin and prying them open for his tongue to sweep inside. Everything was chocolate and delicious and fucking hot to the touch, and Loki kept making these feathery little growling noises that Tony would fuck if they weren't just sounds. He'd make due with their owner. Except….dammit. Clutching the man's chin, fingertips almost bruising the pale flesh, he groaned and nosed the corner of Loki's mouth. "Ok, that didn't exactly go according to plan. I underestimated how tempting you'd be." Tony pulled away, painfully aware of the strain in his pants. "Tasted pretty good though."
If Loki didn't look fucking smug, he'd go home and dump all his liquor down the drain. "An eloquent answer, though I wasn't aware I'd been purchased by your infinite funds."
"Don't make me laugh. You're worth way more than anything money could buy." Tony returned to his seat with the firm knowledge that he'd made Loki blush, because those pale cheeks of his were undeniably turning pink. It was kinda nice. Usually he only made people all flustered when he was using some cheesy pick up line, or being a charming bastard to sweep them off their feet. With Loki…he was just being honest. "No way. I practically fuck your mouth with my tongue and you're as cool as a cucumber, but the second I give you a compliment you blush like some innocent schoolgirl?" He waved off the derisive arguments and glares, chuckling. "That's cute. Better be careful, Jadis. I wouldn't want to make you melt."
"Wouldn't you?" Loki fiddled with his plate and fork, then decidedly pushed them away and perched his elbows on the table, an unfathomable question in his frosted green eyes. "Wouldn't you, Stark? I'm hardly a stranger to the looks you've given me this evening. You find me appealing. Beautiful, even." Tony arched a thick brow. Naturally he found him beautiful. What idiot wouldn't? "Tell me your intentions. What precisely do you plan to do with me, now that we're here? Any other man would take advantage of the opportunities given to attempt to manipulate me, persuading me into a perverse scenario of their choosing. Yet you've done no more than kiss me, Stark. And it wasn't…unpleasant. You could have continued."
There was a profound why hanging in the air, mingling with all the other questions Loki had thrown his way. It made Tony a bit uncomfortable. "You say that like it's happened before…" the blank look on Loki's face said it all. Damn. "Guess I really didn't make a good first impression, huh? What with all the flirting and teasing. You probably think I'm a jackass." Tony grunted his displeasure, taking a healthy swig of wine before he attempted to explain himself, and make what amends he could. "Listen Loki. I'm not going to lie to you. I absolutely want to get you in the sack. Pretty sure we covered this already. But I also told you that I've got more on the mind than sex, and how hot you'd look wrapped up in my sheets. I want to get to know you. The actual you. Not just this sexy ice queen persona you've got going on." Gesturing emphatically towards Loki while he spoke, he grinned crookedly and bucked the brunette under his chin. "If you want me to kiss you again though, I will. No questions asked. You're too hot to resist."
"Am I though? Were I to judge, I'd say you appear to be resisting rather well. My mouth has been relatively unmolested so far, and I've had to suffer the minimalist amount of tawdry gropings on your part." His blatant mockery was a direct contrast to the half smile Loki wasn't even attempting to hide anymore. Grasping the wine glass Tony was nervously fiddling with, thumb stroking the stem and curved bottom, Loki took it from him with gentle force and polished off the remaining liquor inside while Tony gaped and glowered.
"That was mine. You stole my drink."
"That I did." Catching a bead of wine on the tip of his tongue, Loki smirked. "Whatever are you going to do about it? Steal it back? You might find that difficult, seeing as how I've no intention of returning it to you."
Tease. Which got Tony thinking. Loki was teasing him, on purpose. After all the questions, all the curiosity and cold shoulders, he was being openly flirtatious. Again. Like hell he was going to turn down this opportunity though. "You're a damn conundrum," Tony muttered, winding Loki's tie around his fist and jerking him over the table, hot breath fanning across his nose and lips before their mouths collided. There was no reluctance, no half hearted gestures. The prat kissed him back with everything he could muster, gliding his tongue across the roof of Tony's mouth and dragging the tip over a pointed canine. He gave it a sharp nip, swallowing the gasp when it came out and mentally thanking his own genius for reserving a table way in the back of the restaurant, where they had privacy. Lots of privacy. "You really need to stop tempting me. I'm going crazy here gorgeous. A guy can only take so much before he goes"
"Stark raving mad?"
Did he just..Tony cracked up. "Ha ha. How long have you been waiting to use that one?" The mood dimmed, but not gone completely, he caressed the knot of Loki's tie and stared the schemer down. Loki didn't flinch, or blink. He kept his eyes on Tony, green clashing with the near blackness of ocher. "You're hard to pin down….what do you want,?"
"You assume I want anything from you."
Of course. Stubbornness wasn't surprising, considering Loki could be a total ass when he wanted to be. "Well, you did go on a date with me. That has to mean something." His fingers drifting higher up the silken strip of cloth to brush Loki's throat, Tony briefly felt his pulse. It was racing, out of control. Loki had a perfect poker face, but there were some things you just couldn't hide. "Loki, come on. I'm trying here. Quid pro quo, remember? You asked me a question, I answered. Time to return the favor." Chair left behind in favor of leaning on the table beside him, Tony curled his finger under Loki's chin, lifting it up. "You have to want something. You agreed to go out with me, and yeah, I know. I coerced you. Fine. If that's the way you wanna see it, I won't argue. But you're here, with me, for better or worse. So spill it. What's in this for you? I could give you the whole damn world if you asked me to. Whatever you want. You've got to tell me though, because I'm no mind reader."
"You're a billionaire, genius, playboy philanthropist, with more ego than money and the hormones of a rampant teenage boy." Loki pushed his hand away. Tony thought this was the end of the line, his ultimate rejection, until the brunette rolled his eyes and glared daggers at his dejected expression. "You will cease looking like a wounded animal, this instant. I wasn't finished, Stark. I've never been fond of labels, and I won't force unnecessary ones upon you when I know there is more than meets the eye. You've given me glimpses of this tonight." Tilting his head higher, Loki kissed the pad of his thumb. "I ask for no tangible shows of your wealth or prowess. If you decide to offer them anyway, very well. That is your choice, Stark, and I won't stop you. But there is only one thing I truly want."
"Yeah?" Waiting impatiently, he cupped Loki's pretty face in his hands. "Tell me. Anything you want, gorgeous. I'm Tony Stark. I'll make it happen." Invading the space between them to peck the pale flesh of his brow, Tony breathed in the musky scent that was all Loki, carding his fingers through the tresses at his nape. He'd move the skies for this guy, and he couldn't even say why. Hell, he didn't know, or care. But he had to know what gorgeous needed from him, so he could make it happen, win him over, and bask in the glory of having this stunning piece of work interested in him. "Tell me, Loki…"
He did, with the barest of whispers against Tony's lips. It was the greatest sound he ever heard. "I desire opportunity. A chance to see for myself what more you are made of, Tony Stark, other than titles and pathetic rumors. Prove to me that there is more to you than meets the eye. That's what I want." Relaxing against the plush covered chair and casually crossing his legs, the picture of sophistication despite Tony holding him, disrupting his clothes and hair, Loki charmed him. He made Tony want to give him more. "Can you do that, Stark?"
Hell yes he could. "If that's what you want, you've got it. I'll give you all the opportunities you need." Tony couldn't stop himself from kissing Loki after that, not that he really wanted to. Nipping the slender line of his lips and angling his head back against the chair, he growled his approval of the entire situation. Loki had basically asked for quality time, or what amounted to it in his mind. He could work with that. Quality time meant he got to have Loki all to himself. And more kisses, since he didn't seem to mind those too much. Or at all. The way he kept teasing him, Tony was pretty sure the brunette was just fucking around to have it all happen on his terms. It made sense. "Maybe after another date or two, you'll start calling me Tony."
"Perhaps." Busy distracting Tony with slow strokes of his mouth across his goatee, Loki laughed. "When did I express a desire for another date?"
"When you asked for quality time, gorgeous. That sounds like date material to me." Tony caught his lower lip between his teeth and tugged, eliciting soft noises of complaint from the brunette. "Suck it up and deal with it. You want to get to know me? We'll do it on my terms. That means more wining and dining, and all the other stuff I know you secretly enjoy. And since I know your address, there's nothing stopping me from showing up out of the blue to surprise you with another gift." Or two. Or three. What could he say? He liked spoiling people.
"Nothing except for the fact that I, unlike you, have a steady job schedule I must adhere to."
Right, work. That thing he tried to avoid as much as possible, usually by camping out in his workshop and avoiding certain high heeled executives. "You haven't told me what you do for a living yet." Tony wasn't going to know until Loki decided to share either, because otherwise, what was the point? He liked his puzzles, but he also liked earning the pieces.
"Nor do I intend to, without proper persuasion." Tony's eyes lit up, and he started to reach for the lapels of Loki's shirt. Kissing him senseless had to count as persuasion, when it was Tony Stark doing the kissing. His hands were batted away though before he even got close. Rising from his chair, Loki gave him a look and shook his head. A gesture towards a waitress that had seemingly popped out of the woodwork had his coat and scarf brought to him, and he dressed himself carefully, winding velvety green fabric around his neck. "That wasn't an offer, Stark. It was a suggestion, for next time. Shall we say…..tomorrow afternoon? Three o'clock?"
Tony blinked, pouting. "Wait, are you leaving?" Automatically he helped Loki put on his coat, smoothing the fabric down his back and arms. "What, will your ice castle melt if you're gone for too long?" He didn't bother hiding how dejected he was with the sudden departure, until warm lips brushed over his own and grinned.
"We can't all grace the night forever with our presence. I have an early meeting tomorrow, and I need my rest." Loki tapped his mouth. "Stop that. I won't have our evening spoiled by your childish attitude. You'll see me tomorrow afternoon, if you remember to show up." Tony still sulked, though only slightly, amusement seeping through to warm his chocolate colored eyes. It was an affectionate gesture that was noted, and rewarded with a hand fisting his shirt to draw him in close, Loki's words muffled between them, swallowed by his feverish tongue and teeth devouring every spare inch of skin he could reach. "Do behave yourself.." Loki purred. "You'll have time aplenty for enjoying kisses tomorrow. If you bring me lunch, I might even consider offering you a tour of my apartment."
"Lunch huh? Funny, but I remember you saying something about not needing material gestures to prove a point. What happened to that, huh? Change your mind so soon?" Releasing the grip he hadn't realized he'd had of narrow hips, Tony grinned up at the scowling brunette and placated him with a nip to his jaw. "Tell you what. Lets settle for another compromise. I'll bring you your lunch, if you let me drive you home. I'm faster than any taxi. You'll be back with that much more time to spare on your beauty rest. Not that you need it. You already look amazing."
Bemused and buttoning his coat, Loki lazily adjusted his scarf. "Flattery will get you nowhere, Stark. But I'm no fool. Pay the bill. I'll see that your car is safely brought around."
"You've got it." Watching him walk away with a strut that was sexy beyond words, Tony fished his wallet out of his pants pocket and threw a good handful of bills on the table. It was likely twice more than what their meals cost, but he frankly didn't care, already distracted by hauling ass towards the front of the restaurant to catch up with the stunning piece of work he got to kiss and caress, and take on yet another date. Lucky him. And Tony didn't say that very often. It was true though. Not only was Loki willing to go out with him tonight, he actually wanted to spend more time with him. He wanted to get to know him, learn what really made Tony….Tony. Beaming to himself, he threw open the front door and stepped outside into the whirl of the city, catching sight of the handsome Loki leaning against the passenger side of his car, a pure, fond smile on his face.
Oh yeah. He was the luckiest guy in the whole damn universe.
